“Are you sure we should be doing this?” I asked as Lana’s car rumbled down the street, her hand casually hanging out the window like she owned the world.
She glanced at me, a smirk playing on her lips. “It’s not a crime to look hot, Ari. Especially not on a Friday night when half the campus is going to be at that party.”
I stayed quiet, twisting my fingers in my lap. The warm afternoon sun streamed through the windshield, casting golden light across the dashboard. We’d just finished our last class of the week, and instead of heading home, Lana had talked me into this shopping for something to wear tonight.
Something that didn’t scream "sweet step-sister Roman probably keeps locked in his shadow."
Something that screamed... me.
Or maybe the girl I wanted to be.
She pulled into a park
